This is me, eighteen year old Hannah.
I’m currently in the process of recovering from an eating disorder.
This is a place for me to turn to in both good and bad times.
I've recently found a love for writing and journaling, so expect a lot of those.

Sunday, November 11, 2012

Reunion with Daddy

Finally; I saw my father again for the first time since September 30th. Quoting Nelly, a hip-hop artist, whose song I sang at graduation with the rest of my grade, "Today is the day; Is the day that I have always dreamed of."

Cambodia two and a half years ago.

Seeing my dad walk into my room at 1 pm today instantly brought tears to my eyes, and his, if I remember correctly. Not tears of sadness, but tears of joy - of happiness. We were finally reunited after having been apart for what seems like eons to me.The last time he saw me, my condition was a lot worse than now; although my mindset had already changed and I was already tackling my disorder head-on. He had already seen the fighting spirit in me, but now, he could tell how much I've changed; how much I've developed and gotten healthier - although I am still nowhere near healthy, if you know what I mean.Back in September, I was unable to move - I was on strict bed rest and still had my daily "kitty wash" on the bed as I was too weak to take a shower and my circulation was still too bad. I still had regular infusions back then because my body wasn't able to provide the sufficient nutrients. I also had the two blood transfusions while he was with me. Also, I weighed a lot less than I do now.Therefore, the tears of joy from him are also a symbol of relief. Now he knows and can see for himself, that I've been successful so far. That I want to live; to return to normality.I love my dad to death and value his opinion greatly. I had a blast with him today. Seeing my mom and him together for the first time since summer was just the icing on the cake. I loved every minute of today.

My Story

Being admitted into the intensive psychiatric station at the Allgemeines Krankenhaus, the best in all of Austria, after countless failed attempts at recovering as an inpatient, an outpatient, being legally forced to recover in a psychiatric ward and through the Family Based Treatment (FBD) known as the Maudsley Approach; I realized that there is not one single type of therapy that will enable one to fully recover. You need to find the will to live again. To simply enjoy life in all its prized possessions. And I have finally grasped this and am fighting for my life at the Allgemeines Krankenhaus.